Kim Possible Porn Story: The Rear of the Caboose Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not
own Felix Renton, Marcella, Liz, or any other KP character in this
fanfic. They are all characters of Kim Possible and created by Mark
McCorkle and Bob Schooley and owned by Disney. ‘

I don’t own South
Panola or their logo or school.

I do own John Harper.
He is an original character and all rights to him are owned by me.

It follows the events
between Game 2 and the cheer elections.

The fourth bus traveled
along the highway. Like the cheerleaders in the other three buses,
they were in a mode of defeat. Liz Barker was staring out in the
Delta farmlands as far as she could see. She just looked at the empty
plastic bottle of her soda and the empty candy wrappers that they got
from the convenience store some time ago. The other redhead of the
cheer team took a deep breath and just sighed. The scenery was
getting more and more depressing for her.

Instead of singing the
blues like in Buses 1 and 3, she decided to keep quiet. To her,
silence was the most depressing song of all. She looked out into the
continuing thunderstorm.

She was adjusting the
purple band that she normally wore to football games when Marcella
Hernandez decided to start up a conversation to break the lonely
silence.

“I hope the cheer
elections go well tomorrow. Even I don’t know what’s going to happen
to our squad.” Marcella said in a quiet voice to not disturb the
driver.

Liz just sighed. “Yeah,
Marcella, I agree with you. It has been stressful enough as it is now
with our old cheer captain gone and the Sunday night swirlies. And,
now,” She stared at the lightning-illuminated sky “this.”

“Don’t worry, Liz,
things will get better.” Marcella said as she tried to cheer up
her best friend in these dark times by putting her hand on Liz’s
shoulder.

“I hope so, Marcella,
for the sake of the football team … for the sake of our squad,”
Liz said quietly as she turned her attention back to the stormy
weather.

Marcella gave a deep sigh
as she stared at the two statisticians who were in the bus with them:
Felix Renton and John Harper.

John was already fast
asleep from all the sugar and caffeine in his system.

In the back of the van,
Felix was typing away on his laptop as he finished up his game story.

From the Mad Dog Sports
Desk

by Felix Renton

MAD DOGS ONLY TASTE
BITTER MILK OF DEFEAT

For the first time in
three years, your Middleton Mad Dogs had suffered a blowout loss to
an opponent. Tonight, the Mad Dogs lost to the Tigers of South Panola
by the final of 44-14.

As Felix typed in the grim
details, he gulped. The statistician didn’t want to do this,
especially in a 30-point blowout like this. He was reluctant to do
so, but he had to put in every single painful aspect of the game,
including South Panola rolling up 478 yards on the ground and five
touchdowns and Ron “Unstoppable” Stoppable being held to
just 59 yards on the ground and with no touchdowns for the first time
in his career.

After 35 painful minutes
of clacking the keys, Felix finally gave a deep sigh, “OK, I’m
done!”, and pressed SEND on his e-mail. Even though he could get
no wireless net in the Delta, he had a powerful broadband card that
he usually carries around. His face then turned to Marcella and Liz.

Felix did not want to do
this.

“Ready, girls?”
Felix asked as he gave another swallowing gulp.

Liz and Marcella nodded
their heads.

Like he usually does after
games, he shows the cheerleadersthe
results of his handiwork. This time, he slowly turned his laptop
towards them. As the computer screen took full attention to their
faces, the two Mad Dog cheerleaders dropped their jaws.

Both Marcella and Liz gave
a depressing groan.

Marcella lowered her head
as she turned back to the storm. She folded her arms and leaned her
upper body against the plastic cover that felt like ice on her hands.
The only thing that she saw along that long dark stretch of highway
was an occassional car with its red tailights trailing behind them.

Liz got out her pillow and
blanket. She rested her pillow on the cold window stained with
raindrops. How could this happen to us? Liz
kept this question to herself as her purple headband holding back her
short red hair rested on the fabric.

Both cheerleaders now
understood what it was like to taste the sour drink of a humiliating
loss.